The Relocation of Smaug

Since we filled in the 1960s era pass-through in the wall connecting the kitchen and the family room, we’ve lived with a giant white space over the flat screen. The paneling is painted. Hard to match. Harder to drive a nail into. I didn’t want to hang something I’d regret.

Then I found Smaug, hanging out at the garage sale around the corner. He’s heavy, made of brass. I brought him home.Polished him up with a solution of Kosher salt and Dawn dishwashing liquid.